A/N: Hey all, I know this update is coming quick, but you all reviewed like mad and I didn't want to leave you all hanging for too long. Hope you enjoy this chapter! More is to come!

Chapter 11

"I've told you already, the sweatshirt has my own blood on it. Hasn't your girlfriend ever beaten you up before?" Tommy said, feeling annoyed. So he was cheap. He kept the sweatshirt and kept it as a dust rag to clean with. It was pointless to throw out a perfectly good shirt because it had a little bit of blood on it and no one seemed to be catching onto this.

He was currently sitting in the police station interrogation room. His hands were handcuffed in front of him and his lawyer was sitting on his right. One of the officers who had arrested him sat across from him as Detectives Berk and Jones.

"We'll know if your story is correct once forensics is finished testing the shirt." Detective Jones said, but everyone in the room seemed skeptical. Tommy sighed in defeat and now elected to say nothing. He had already been here for two hours. He as tired, annoyed, and just wanted to go home and sleep before he had to spend a long night in the studio, again.

The door to the room opened and an officer motioned for the Detectives to come over to them. All the police officers in the room left and Tommy lay his head down on table in front of him and groaned.

"You already know"

"Stop, please. I've heard it all." Tommy said, cutting his lawyer off. The door opened seconds later and Detective Berk looked apologetic and Jones looked skeptical.

"You can go now Mr. Quincy. You're story pans out. We're sorry for the inconvenience." The officer unlocked Tommy's handcuffs and Tommy didn't bother to acknowledge the statement and walked out of the interrogation room and into the lobby where Jude was pacing the length of the room.

"Jude, what are you doing here?" He asked, hoping she wasn't here the whole time he was being questioned.

"Around the same time you were arrested." She snapped, obviously not in a good mood. Tommy looked away from her and Jude sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm just"

"Frustrated? Annoyed? Ready to…well, I guess I shouldn't finish that statement." Tommy said and Jude hit him lightly and hugged him.

"This mean you're free to go?" She asked him, not releasing her grip on him.

"Yeah, forensic evidence proved that the blood on the sweatshirt was mine from when you gave me a bloody nose a year ago." Tommy said, and stepped out of Jude's grip. "Come on, let's blow this joint." He said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and steering her out of the police station. "You didn't steal my Viper again, did you?" He asked her as they stepped out of the building and Jude smiled sheepishly. Tommy glared at her mockingly and the couple made their way over to the Viper. Jude handed Tommy his keys and let him drive back to his apartment.

Once they were home, Tommy and Jude sat down on the couch, both too wired to actually get any sleep.

"Do you want to talk about your dream?" Tommy asked her, trying to break the silence. Jude sighed.

"It was stupid."

"Try me." Tommy said, smirking. "I mean, it can't be any worst than tabloid stories." Jude sighed.

"I dreamt that I killed Mark." She said, her voice low. Tommy straightened in his seat and studied her a moment. "It just…it felt so real."

"Jude…"

"I know I couldn't have killed him…but the dream was just…it felt so real." Jude repeated, and shivered as the images of the alleyway crept into her mind.

"You didn't kill him Jude. You were no where near where Mark was when he was killed." Tommy pointed out and Jude frowned.

"I don't know…maybe we're"

"Jude, you did not kill Mark." Tommy said and added "you didn't kill him anymore than I did. It was just a dream." He said and Jude still looked uncertain. Tommy pulled her into a hug and repeated "it was just a dream." Jude wasn't sure if the repetition was for her benefit, or for his.